I love flying. Economy class seats suck, and there's always someone smelly or unduly noisy or nosey nearby. But there's also always that second when I'm pressed back into my seat, the wheels leave the ground, and suddenly--flight! Magic every time.

But there's also always that second when I'm pressed back into my seat, the wheels leave the ground, and suddenly--flight! Magic every time.

I love that moment too! I've flown first-class once, next to a snuffling mouth-breather who wouldn't close his bright laptop on a night flight, or just blow his damn nose, and the uncomfortably solicitous flight attendant who seemed to think I needed special attention. Nice big seat, but it wasn't worth it.

My voting place is across the street. It's handy.

I flew first class once as a child when we redirected on four different because of a cancelled flight. I slept through most of it. I think flying would be a lot easier for me if I could read while flying, but my motion sickness is too strong. However, if we ever do a UK trip again that requires a lot of train travel, I would pay the extra fee for the first class pass. We took one trip in a first class carriage and it was definitely worth it imho.

I've never flown first-class. I think it's been over ten years since I've flown anywhere. I like flying--it's the non-flying parts that go along with the flying that I hate. Oh, and in the average economy seat my knees are pressed against the seat in front of me, even with it being upright.

I've been taking trains for my long-distance trips, which I love (except that a sleeper car for one person is expensive).

I am such a homebody that I have only flown twice- once to Chicago for the first F2F and once from Rochester to NYC (which is really barely a flight and is just so much better than driving).

It would be exciting if I didn't hate just about everything about travel. Well, mostly, I hate not being sure where I am going. And if I didn't have to keep the plane in the air with the power of my mind.

My five-year-old twins know nothing of current events, save those that happen on Thomas the Tank Engine's Island of Sodor or in Griffin Rock, home of the Transformers Rescuebots.

But this morning one of them crawled out of bed, walked straight to the kitchen, and announced "I do NOT want Donald Trumpet to be our President!"

The other boy reinforced this view, "Donald Trumpet is very bad, and he should not be our President!"

I asked, and no, they don't know what the President is or how you become one. But they do know that Donald Trumpet is not the right choice.

The word is out on the street.

I've flown first class exactly twice, both under romantic circumstances.

The first time I was flying with Marti the Medical Student to NYC. Her first time there and our first trip together as a couple. We were obviously young lovey dovey couple and the woman at the desk upgraded us for no noticeable reason except that we were utterly delighted to drink champagne from SF to NYC.

And the second time was when JZ got us upgraded to First Class on our way back from the first F2F, which was fairly early in our relationship and a very lovely treat.

Smart kids, Rick!

Smart kids, Rick!

Seconded.

Well, okay then, kids of Rick. That's a strong argument.

I do love taking the train, but it is pricey and takes a long time. Sometimes that's fine, but not always, alas.

Right now I am in a mood to stay home and not go anywhere at all for a while, but that won't last, probably. I like to make the travelling to wherever part of the vacation and not part of the prep, if that makes sense, whatever my mode of travel. Sometimes that is easier than others.

I got a Sugar Pie Squash in my produce delivery this morning. If these are the Not!Pumpkins that we have been warned are in everything, I am totally not concerned. Looks like a pumpkin to me. I won't know for sure until I cook it up, but I am betting it tastes like a pumpkin, too.